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VINCENT
Sure, but I think I'm still a
little too petrified to laugh.

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MIA
Uh-huh. You won't laugh because
it's not funny. But if you still
wanna hear it, I'll tell it.

VINCENT
I can't wait.

MIA
Three tomatoes are walking down the
street, a poppa tomato, a momma
tomato, and a little baby tomato.
The baby tomato is lagging behind
the poppa and momma tomato. The
poppa tomato gets mad, goes over to
the momma tomato and stamps on
him --
(STAMPS on the ground)
-- and says: catch up.

They both smile, but neither laugh.

MIA
See ya 'round, Vince.

Mia turns and walks inside her house.

after Mia walks inside. Vincent continues to look at where
she was. He brings his hands to his lips and blows her a
kiss. Then exits FRAME leaving it empty. WE HEAR his Malibu
START UP and DRIVE AWAY.

ON THE CARTOON "SPEED RACER."
Speed is giving a detailed description of all the features on
his race car "The Mac-5," which he does at the beginning of
every episode.

OFF SCREEN we hear a WOMAN'S VOICE....

WOMAN'S VOICE (OS)
Butch.

DISSOLVE TO:

BUTCH'S POV
We're in the living room of a modest two bedroom house in
Alhambra, California, in the year 1972.
BUTCH'S MOTHER, 35ish, stands in the doorway leading into the
living room. Next to her is a man dressed in the uniform of
an American Air Force officer. The CAMERA is the perspective
of a five-year old boy.

MOTHER
Butch, stop watching TV a second.
We got a special visitor. Now do
you remember when I told you your
daddy dies in a P.O.W. camp?

BUTCH (OS)
Uh-huh.

MOTHER
Well this here is Capt. Koons. He
was in the P.O.W. camp with Daddy.

CAPT. KOONS steps inside the room toward the little boy and
bends down on one knee to bring him even with the boy's
eyeline. When Koons speaks, he speaks with a slight Texas
accent.

CAPT. KOONS
Hello, little man. Boy I sure
heard a bunch about you. See, I
was a good friend of your Daddy's.
We were in that Hanoi pit of hell
over five years together.
Hopefully, you'll never have to
experience this yourself, but when
two men are in a situation like me
and your Daddy were, for as long as
we were, you take on certain
responsibilities of the other. If
it had been me who had not made it,
Major Coolidge would be talkin'
right now to my son Jim. But the
way it worked out is I'm talkin' to
you, Butch. I got somethin' for
ya.

The Captain pulls a gold wrist watch out of his pocket.

CAPT. KOONS
This watch I got here was first
purchased by your great-granddaddy.
It was bought during the First
World War in a little general store
in Knoxville, Tennessee. It was
bought by private Doughboy Ernie
Coolidge the day he set sail for
Paris. It was your great-
granddaddy's war watch, made by the
first company to ever make wrist
watches. You see, up until then,
people just carried pocket watches.
Your great-granddaddy wore that
watch every day he was in the war.
Then when he had done his duty, he
went home to your great-
grandmother, took the watch off his
wrist and put it in an ol' coffee
can. And in that can it stayed
'til your grandfather Dane Coolidge
was called upon by his country to
go overseas and fight the Germans
once again. This time they called
it World War Two.
Your great-granddaddy gave it to
your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't
as good as his old man's. Your
granddad was a Marine and he was
killed with all the other Marines
at the battle of Wake Island. Your
granddad was facing death and he
knew it. None of those boys had
any illusions about ever leavin'
that island alive. So three days
before the Japanese took the
island, your 22-year old
grandfather asked a gunner on an
Air Force transport named Winocki,
a man he had never met before in
his life, to deliver to his infant
son, who he had never seen in the
flesh, his gold watch. Three days
later, your grandfather was dead.
But Winocki kept his word. After
the war was over, he paid a visit
to your grandmother, delivering to
your infant father, his Dad's gold
watch. This watch. This watch was
on your Daddy's wrist when he was
shot down over Hanoi. He was
captured and put in a Vietnamese
prison camp. Now he knew if the
gooks ever saw the watch it's be
confiscated. The way your Daddy
looked at it, that watch was your
birthright. And he'd be damned if
and slopeheads were gonna put their
greasy yella hands on his boy's
birthright. So he hid it in the
one place he knew he could hide
somethin'. His ass. Five long
years, he wore this watch up his
ass. Then when he died of
disentary, he gave me the watch. I
hid with uncomfortable hunk of
metal up my ass for two years.
Then, after seven years, I was sent
home to my family. And now, little
man, I give the watch to you.

Capt. Koons hands the watch to Butch. A little hand comes
into FRAME to accept it.

dam...I have been away for a few hours...and lots of posts were made..

INT. LOCKER ROOM - NIGHT 34.

The 27-year old Butch Coolidge is dressed in boxing regalia:
trunks, shoes and gloves. He lies on a table catching a few
zzzzzz's before his big fight. Almost as soon as WE CUT to
him, he wakes up with a start. Shaken by the bizarre memory,
he wipes his sweaty face with his boxing glove.

His trainer KLONDIKE, an older fireplug, opens the door a
little, sticking his head in the room. Pandemonium seems to
be breaking out behind Klondike in the hallway.

KLONDIKE
It's time, Butch.

BUTCH
I'm ready.

Klondike steps inside, closing the door on the WILD MOB
outside. He goes to the long yellow robe hanging on a hook.
Butch hops off the table and, without a word, Klondike helps
him on with the robe, which says on the back: "BATTLING BUTCH
COOLIDGE."

The two men head for the door. Klondike opens the door for
Butch. As Butch steps into the hallway, the Crowd goes
apeshit. Klondike closes the door behind him, leaving us in
the quiet, empty locker room.

EXT. ALLEY (RAINING) - NIGHT 35.

A taxi is parked in a dark alley next to an auditorium. The
sky is PISSIN' DOWN RAIN. WE SLOWLY DOLLY toward the parked
car. The SOUND of the CAR RADIO can be heard coming from
inside.

SPORTSCASTER #1 (OS)
...Coolidge was out of there faster
than I've ever seen a victorious
boxer vacate the ring. Do you
think he knew Willis was dead?

SPORTSCASTER #2 (OS)
My guess would be yes, Richard. I
could see from my position here,
the frenzy in his eyes give way to
the realization of what he was
doing. I think any man would've
left the ring that fast.

INT. TAXI (PARKED/RAINING) - NIGHT 38.

Inside the taxi, behind the wheel, is a female cabbie named
ESMARELDA VILLALOBOS. A young woman, with Spanish looks, sits
parked, drinking a steaming hot cup of coffee out of a white
styrofoam cup.

The Sportscasters continue their coverage.

SPORTSCASTER #1 (OS)
Do you feel this ring death tragedy
will have an effect on the world of
boxing?

SPORTSCASTER #2 (OS)
Oh Dan, a tragedy like this can't
help but shake the world of boxing
to its very foundation. But it's
of paramount importance that during
the sad weeks ahead, the eyes of
the W.B.A. remain firmly fixed on
the -- CLICK --

Esmarelda shuts off the radio.

She takes a sip of coffee, then hears a NOISE behind her in
the alley. She sticks her head out of the car door to see:

A window about three stories high opens on the auditorium-side
of the alley. A gym bag is tossed out into a garbage dumpster
below the window. Then, Butch Coolidge, still dressed in
boxing trunks, shoes, gloves and yellow robe, LEAPS to the
dumpster below.

ESMARELDA'S REACTION takes in the strangeness of this sight.

Gym bag in hand, Butch CLIMBS out of the dumpster and RUNS to
the taxi. Before he climbs in, he takes off his robe and
throws it to the ground.

INT. TAXI (PARKED/RAINING) - NIGHT 38.

Butch, soaking wet, naked except for trunks, shoes and gloves,
HOPS in the backseat, SLAMMING the door.

Esmarelda, staring straight ahead, talks to Butch through the
rearview mirror

ESMARELDA
(Spanish accent)
Are you the man I was supposed to
pick up?

BUTCH
If you're the cab I called, I'm the
guy you're supposed to pick up.

ESMARELDA
Where to?

BUTCH
Outta here.

The ignition key is TWISTED. The engine ROARS to life.

The meter is FLIPPED on.

Esmarelda's bare foot STOMPS on the gas pedal.

EXT. BOXING AUDITORIUM (RAINING) - NIGHT 39.

The cab WHIPS out of the alley, FISH-TAILING on the wet
pavement in front of the auditorium at a rapid pace.

INT. WILLIS LOCKER ROOM (AUDITORIUM) - NIGHT 40.

Locker room door opens, English Dave fights his way through
the pandemonium which is going on outside in the hall,
shutting the door on the madness. Once inside, English Dave
takes time to adjust his suit and tie.

In the room, black boxer FLOYD RAY WILLIS lies on a table --
dead. His face looks like he went dunking for bees. His
TRAINER is on his knees, head on Floyd's chest, crying over
the body.

The huge figure that is Marsellus Wallace stands at the table,
hand on the Trainer's shoulder, lending emotional support. We
still do not see Marsellus clearly, only that he is big.

Mia sits in a chair at the far end of the room.

Marsellus looks up, sees English Dave and walks over to him.

MARSELLUS (OS)
What'cha got?

ENGLISH DAVE
He booked.

MARSELLUS (OS)
I'm prepared to scour the earth for
this motherfucker. If Butch goes
to Indo China, I want a hahahahahaha
hidin' in a bowl of rice, ready to
pop a cap in his ass.

ENGLISH DAVE
I'll take care of it.

INT. CAB (MOVING/RAINING) - NIGHT 41.

Butch gets one of his boxing gloves off.

Esmarelda watches in the rearview mirror.

He tries to roll down one of the backseat windows, but can't
find the roll bar.

BUTCH
Hey, how do I open the window back
here?

ESMARELDA
I have to do it.

She presses a button and the back window moves down. Butch
tosses his boxing glove out the window, then starts untying
the other one.

Esmarelda can't keep quiet anymore.

ESMARELDA
Hey, mister?

BUTCH
(still working on the
glove)
What?

ESMARELDA
You were in that fight? The fight
on the radio -- you're the fighter?

As he tosses his other glove out the window.

I love these great contests on GFY

So do I

BUTCH
Whatever gave you that idea?

ESMARELDA
No c'mon, you're him, I know you're
him, tell me you're him.

BUTCH
(drying himself with a
gym towel)
I'm him.

ESMARELDA
You killed the other boxing man.

BUTCH
He's dead?

ESMARELDA
The radio said he was dead.

He finished wiping himself down.

BUTCH
(to himself)
Sorry 'bout that, Floyd.

He tosses the towel out the window.

Silence, as Butch digs in his bag for a tee-shirt.

can i play ??

ESMARELDA
What does it feel like?

I need a beer...

ya sure

Nayyyyyccccceeeee

BUTCH
(finds his shirt)
What does what feel like?

hehehe

ESMARELDA
Killing a man. Beating another man
to death with your bare hands.

Butch pulls on his tee-shirt.